I Married a Single Mom — Then Her Daughters Told Me a Secret About Their Dad
When I married Claire, a single mom with two sweet daughters, life felt perfect. The house was warm, the girls’ laughter filled every corner, and I finally felt at home. But there was one thing I couldn’t ignore — the basement. The girls often whispered about it, their giggles fading whenever I looked their way. Then one morning, six‑year‑old Lily casually said, “Daddy hates loud noises.”
My chest tightened — Claire had told me their father was “gone,” but never explained further. Later that week, Lily showed me a drawing of our family. There was me, Claire, the girls… and another figure, surrounded by a gray square. “That’s Daddy,” she said. “He’s in the basement.” My stomach dropped. One afternoon, the girls asked softly,“Do you want to visit Daddy?”
Against my better judgment, I followed them down the creaky steps. In a corner stood a small table covered in…
